This is a song about "Death of innoc"

Like shadows in the valley of death

Spending her time with him i guess

Let me rideuntil i get free

Of his death, such similarity

And i'm a hit'cha wit the blow of death

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

I can taste the salt from my tears

The freshness of my breath bring your death

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Ironic how the fear of death is cured with assassins

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

I'll hang you on a hook near the brink of death

How's he's warning us of death with bacardi... shots at best?

Great sex, she ain't slept, she can't rest tomorrows that big test